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Hey this is my first post here, if it goes okay I will post some more as its a long-ish thing and well, I wanna see how it goes.

The day finally came, and there I was at the Moon Festival. I could hardly believe I was finally there.

Every year there was a moon festival, dedicated to our Goddess, offering gifts to ask for more fertility, prosperity and abundance in our lands. Our people came from a century old drought and hunger, their old lands couldn’t give anything, and thus, many died, the population became smaller each generation. Until we found the lake, and settled, and there we could sow and grow back our livestock. But our wombs weren’t the most fertile now, somewhere along the way many of us developed a weaker womb. Now, to ensure our health, every womb was inspected, our moon bleeding was severely checked, and many young girls didn’t bled, some bled poorly, like once or twice a year.

Every ten years, a womb-bodied would be selected at the moon festival, the one with the most promising womb, who were considered healthy, would represent the people’s needs for more fertility in offering to our Goddess. Their body would serve as a bearer of our people’s wishes. It was an honor as well as a burden. Many girls were scared, but many dreamed, yearned to be chosen. I was one that spent many days longing for the choice.

Both my parents were very healthy, each of them had many children, something not usual already. And as I grew, and bled when I was 13 years of age, each moon the bleeding came dutifully, and I felt like I was proud of myself, like I was fulfilling some task. The inspections were scary at first, but then I would be so sure and confident, that by the time the year of the selection came, I knew It was my fate. It seems silly, but it was like I was made for this, my purpose in this earth, to be made a carrier of my people’s love for our Goddess. To be a vehicle of their wishes and desires, and finally bring happiness and prosperity to our land.

There were two other womb-bodied girls who were born the same year as me, and were sitting by my side. They could be selected instead, but I knew deep inside it would be me.

Even if they bled as well as I did, my body was made like our Goddess likes, with hips wide for child bearing, soft belly, and a pair of big and round tits, perfect to feed a child (I could barely wait to have them engorged and dripping with milk).

I also felt so strongly and deep inside me I was made for this.

So when the Priest (the sacred leader) brought us up in front of the crowd and said my name, I felt no surprise, only desire.

It was a big arena, the sun was setting and the whole village was there, except for children. As the other ladies went back to their families, the Priest, the Sargent and I were the only ones in the center stage. I was wearing a long white dress, very flowy, as the intention was for it to be simple, my brown curly hair was untied, brushing my shoulders and my back. My feet touching the cold stone floor.

The Priest kept talking and talking about our needs as a community, about my spiritual purpose of serving and channeling our Goddess, how we needed to show Her our devotion, to give Her our seed and make Her happy. How we need to give Her so She would give back. She would hear us, and give us her love in the form of a Child in my womb. (This Child would not be mine, it would be a Child of the Goddess as it would be raised by the Priest and the many priestesses. They would bring light, hope, wisdom and joy for our people.)

As he talked, my mind wandered, my body felt ready, as I felt my insides burning. My cunt was already wet, I could feel it. And I had to close my hands in fists to stop myself from touching and feeling in my fingers, to relieve the yearning. My tits felt heavy, but the nipples were hard, as the sun was setting and the breeze was cold, I could see they show underneath the white fabric. I felt my pussy twitch and had to cross my legs.

As I wondered it would become unbearable to wait any longer, the Priest called me. I was finally at the center, there was some kind of table or altar, about a few inches below my hips, he made me lay there, holding each of my legs up, the dress slipping wondered my thighs, and showing my pussy to everyone in the arena. It was dripping wet and so ready.

He would be the first, I knew. He lowered his own pants, just enough to free his cock. It was not very big, about 7 inches, but it was so hard already. As he dutifully slid it inside I had to suppress a moan. He was precise and quiet in each thrust, his eyes focused on my pussy as he fucked me.

I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, burning my skin. It made me even hornier. He finished with two long thrusts of his hip, and I felt his seeds pouring inside me. It felt like a lot, like he was saving the whole year just to come inside me, for his Goddess. It was a lot but it only made me want more.

As he slid out I felt the seed pouring, dripping down my slit, the sensation was addictive.

He dressed, and called for the people to begin a line, for everyone who had a wish could have a chance to make it.

The next one to make his wish was the sergeant. His shaft was big, the glans a big red meat widening me in the entrance, and he was a lot more vocal, grunting obscenities as he fucked me hard.

His muscles made him able to put much strength into it, each thrust his hips slapping against my pale skin, my butt and my hips soon were reddened. He grabbed my waist with little care and came inside me with a loud “fuuuuuck”.

I could see from my peripheral vision by that point many men in line already had their own pants down, and their own cocks in their hands, and I felt willing to have each of them breeding me.

It was gonna be a long night.

NSFW: yes

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